Murong Yu responded, took the tea and took two sips, gently stroking the edge of the cup with his fingers, with a little hesitation in his half-lidded eyes.
He came to see Ming Wuyou because he had something to say.
But when he saw the person, he restrained himself and didn't know how to start the conversation.
Ming Wuyou brought a clean towel and handed it to him, "Wipe your hair."
"..."
Murong Yu was silent, looking at Ming Wuyou's beautiful white hand, and suddenly the words he heard Yuan Hao say the day before suddenly flashed through his mind.
"Only children who cry and make noises get candy, do you understand?"
"My aunt is so busy. If I didn't pester her to accompany me, she wouldn't have time to think about me at all!"
"Uncle Huang is so stupid. He doesn't take the initiative himself. He is still depressed here. After he is depressed, he still has a cold face to scare others. It's so boring!"
"Do you think he can't be coquettish and submissive? If I were him, I would definitely make my aunt stay away from me every day."
Murong Yu pursed her lips and thought with complicated emotions, if she wanted to be coquettish with Ming Wuyou, how could she be coquettish and submissive?
"Your Highness?" Ming Wuyou saw that he didn't answer, and suddenly remembered that he had carried her all the way here... His arm was still injured, did it hurt?
Ming Wuyou was a little annoyed as to why he was so slow to react.
He is obviously injured!
She pursed her lips and stepped forward, gently holding his injured right arm, "How do you feel?"
Murong Yu was stunned.
Ming Wuyou pressed for a while: "How about I help you take a look and make the clothes wider."
She put the towel aside and reached out to explore his belt, but then she remembered what he said that day that "only his wife" could touch her. Before her fingertips touched the Kunyu belt, Ming Wuyou retracted her hand.
"Your Highness, please be patient."
Murong Yu suddenly reacted.
He grabbed Ming Wuyou's arm and pulled her, holding her on his lap, and gently wrapped his arms around her.
Murong Yu's chin rested on the top of Ming Wuyou's head, "Ming Wuyou, I miss you very much."
Ming Wuyou didn't expect him to say this.
After being reborn, he was very restrained, and he never said such straightforward words to express his longing.
"You, what's wrong with you?!" Ming Wuyou had a feeling that something was wrong with him today, and put his hand on his forehead to touch it.
Does he have a fever?
"I miss you." Murong Yu said solemnly, grabbing her hand and placing it on his heart.
When Ming Wuyou raised his head in surprise, he moved his lips down, pressed against Ming Wuyou's lips, and asked softly: "Can I kiss you?"
A nerve in Ming Wuyou's head was pulsing.
What is he doing!
Isn't he very restrained? Why is he suddenly like this?
However, he asked a very gentlemanly question, but he couldn't control the impulse in his heart before Ming Wuyou could answer.
This kind of closeness is fascinating.
When he placed the kiss on the spot, a thought flashed through his mind.
How did he restrain himself before and how did he induce her to speak first? This was simply something that he couldn't restrain himself from.
Ming Wuyou came back to his senses and subconsciously pushed him, wanting to ask clearly.
But Murong Yu took off the restraint in his heart, kissed her fiercely and hard, held her shoulders, and wanted to bury her in his arms, not letting her go at all.
Ming Wuyou's weak resistance was useless, and because she really missed him deep down in her heart, she forgot to resist for a moment and just let him have his way.
After an unknown amount of time, he slightly loosened his hold on Ming Wuyou, hugged her, and gently touched her lips like a dragonfly touching water.
His hand caressed Ming Wuyou's cheek. Seeing that her face was as rosy as an apple, he really wanted to bite it.
It turns out that unbridled closeness is so comforting.
Sliding his arm down, Murong Yu's hand fell on Ming Wuyou's waist, gently touching her waist, and brought his lips to her ear and called, "Wouyou'er."
Ming Wuyou felt numb in his heart, and his ears seemed to have been burned, and he subconsciously dodged.
Murong Yu's lips curled up slightly, and a deep laugh escaped from his throat.
The two of them hugged each other, Murong Yu didn't let go of her, his chin rested on Ming Wuyou's shoulder.
After a long time, both of them regained their composure.
Ming Wuyou tried to push him, but he still wouldn't let go.
Ming Wuyou said angrily: "Is that why you came to me?"
"No." Murong Yu quickly denied, letting go of Ming Wuyou a little, looking into her misty eyes, and said seriously: "No."
Ming Wuyou looked at him straightly: "What is that?"
"Because it's you, I'm like this." Murong Yu said seriously: "You are different from everyone else. I tempted you to hug me and kiss me because you are in my heart and the person I like."
Ming Wuyou was stunned.
Is he here to express his love?!
Murong Yu thought a lot during this time.
There is simply no way for me to escape from being enlightened and worry-free.
He has fallen into an abyss and cannot climb out.
Any restraint or suppression is nothing but self-deception.
Staying apart will only make both of them uncomfortable, so he came today.
Those words that seemed difficult to say at first, but now when you really say them, it is like a box being suddenly opened, and the things in the box can no longer be contained.
"Ming Wuyou, I don't want to be separated from you."
"I want to see you every day. Can you come back to Beijing with me?"
"I will protect you and won't let you suffer any grievance. When you get to the capital, you can do whatever you want. I will indulge you, okay?"
Ming Wuyou couldn't bear this, and his heart beat wildly.
But thinking about his inexplicable restraint in the past, and the words he said when they were getting close that day, I was depressed for so long, and I didn't want to simply agree to give him an advantage.
Ming Wuyou looked at him leisurely and said softly: "What do you think your Highness thinks of me? A casual marriage in Jiangzhou?!"
Murong Yu said nothing, but looked at her seriously.
The tenderness in those eyes almost drowned Ming Wuyou in it.
Ming Wuyou pursed his lips slightly, suddenly feeling that his question was boring.
She turned away, "Do you really want to do anything to me?"
"Um."
"I set fire to the Prince Regent's palace and you let me do it?"
A smile floated in Murong Yu's eyes: "You don't know how."
"..." Ming Wuyou was silent. Of course she would not do such outrageous things.
But Murong Yu said so firmly that she would not do it, and she couldn't help but provocatively said: "I am afraid of being lawless, and you know that I can't do it? I might really do it!"
Murong Yu thought about it seriously: "If you agree, then I will live in your house and squeeze in with you."
"Aren't you going to ask me about my sin?"
"You are such a gentle and well-behaved girl. If you can visit my palace, it must be because I have done something bad. I should reflect on myself. How can I blame you?"
Ming Wuyou laughed out loud and asked more aggressively: "What if I break the sky?"
"I'll patch it up."
Murong Yu lifted Ming Wuyou's chin with his calloused fingers, "Ming Wuyou, no matter what you do, I will let you do it. Even if you want my life, I will give it to you."
That tone was extremely serious.
Ming Wuyou felt depressed, and suddenly remembered the last time she saw him in her previous life. He said to her desolately: "If you want my life, I can give it to you, and if you want the country's thousands of miles of land, I can give it to you."
She knew that these were not worthless love words that he said casually when he was deeply in love.